"Carter Collen "
The old man shivered.
His heartbeat in his chest, pounding, banging, trying to get out.
He felt as though his blood were on fire.
White stood beside the old man and tried not to scoff.
The forty-six years old man sat in front of them.
He wore an expensive tailored suit.
His gun in his hand.
" Yes sir " The old man sweated.
The sweat trickled down his back, free-flowing like condensation on a windowpane, it beaded on his forehead and dripped from his chin.
White grimaced.
" You didn't find her? " He asked and smirked, took his handkerchief and rubbed his gun until it shined.
" No, sir " The sweat was salty on his lips.
" And Von's identity? " He asked and the glare could create a hole on carter's forehead.
.." No, sir " Carter shivered and his fear is
